Achtung, Gleis Drei

As my train of worry thought,
Comes to a screeching halt,
You stand on a platform,
Breezy hair a flutter storm,
Raindrops trickling through glass rim,
Touching scarf red at its brim,
Wet, shining, glistening heart,
Swinging moods tearing me apart,
Freezing alpine numbness,
Avalanches of unfelt tenderness.

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